Heres the next chapter! Imma try to write one every day. This one may be a
little short. Depends really on my mood :P Cuz I dunno what I write till I
write it.. Hehehe.. Remember, I need 50 reviews!
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~~~~~Trowa P.O.V~~~~
I should have known.
I'm so in tune with emotions now, I should have been able to predict what would happen with Duo. It's not only girls whom can be hurt so easily.
And now I sensed that everyone was worried.. Except seemingly Heero. His indifference was to strong for me to break. Didn't matter.
I spent most of the day in the corner, thinking to myself, only moving to eat. And then the rest of the day watching OZ reports on T.V.
Nothing on Duo.
I guess he hasn't done anything yet.
That night however, I had a weird feeling. And what made it worse was Quatre bursting into my room, his face twisted slightly.
I had asked him what was wrong, and was slightly annoyed at his response of, "Nightmare."
Patiently, I had asked him what it had been about. As soon as he said Duo, I nodded for him to tell me it.
His nightmare had been weird. Of Duo leaping into OZ patrol cars and shooting the officers in the heads, throats, anything.
By the time Quatre was finished, his eyes with glassy with tears, yet none did spill.
Too much blood, he said.
With a soft smile, I remember having held him gently, to comfort him.. As any friend should. And he had fallen asleep in my arms like that of a child.
I had left him to sleep in my room and spent that night on the couch.
In the morning, I immediately turned on the TV, to find reports on patrol cars found invaded, with the drivers and occopupants shot and killed.
A gasp was heard behind me, as they showed pictures of the vehicles.
It was Quatre.
"My.. Dream…..Those vehicles…They're exactly alike.. The people, wounds.. everything." He had stammered out.
As he grew pale, I stood and showed him to the table, where I started coffee. As if finished, I gave him a cup of it black, knowing it should help a bit. He finally managed to calm down and wandered off.
Only then did I have time to wonder…
Where in the hell was Wufei?
I fuzzily remembered him leaving last night, and never coming back. I returned to my OZ reports for any news.
There it was, and I remember the words entirely.
Reporter: After an experimental OZ mobile suit malfunctioned and crumpled p, OZ workers were sent to recover it and clean it up. However, in doing so, one of the large pieces rolled down the hill, where a driver in a green jeep swerved to avoid it.
What was the rest? Oh yeah….
Reporter: The jeep proceeded to flip over, and the driver was knocked unconscious. By his description, It is liable that he may be one of the Gundam Pilots. We are still unsure in this matter.
And that closed my mind for good.
Wufei was captured… And hurt.
Shit.
It was the afternoon by the time I had gotten these reports, and I immediately reported them to Heero and Quatre.
Quatre blew it.
He was frustrated. Frustrated at himself.
He was worried already, and this made it worse. He was almost in hysterics.
Heero was calmer. In fact, he started typing away on his computer. I asked what he was doing.
"I'm look to see where Wufei is. They know he's a gundam pilot. They'll use him. I need to either kill him or rescue him. So I need to know his location."
I didn't ask anymore.
Heero needed a personality change. He needed to care for once.
I took Quatre on a long walk, which calmed him down quite a bit. It was night time when we came home.
I let him relax, and as he took a hot shower, I started dinner.
He was out by the time it was done, and me and him ate alone. Heero didn't even bother to come down.
We ate slowly. Duo would have been finished with three helpings by the time we were halfway through our first.
Sigh.
I missed him. He was the one whom lightened up our conversations. I shouldn't have pushed him away like that.
All those times he saved us in battles.. battles in gundams and battles in our lives. He was our source of entertainment.
But we acted as if he was a TV. Tuning him out when we wanted to.. Which was nearly all the time. And no one even seemed to care about him.
Fuck.
I should have cared a little more. I should have controlled my temper. I'm usually the most mellowed person in this group.
And now, partially because of me, one of our best friends is gone.
It was nearly midnight, and I was still up.
I stared outside my window for a long time at the stars. They reminded me of tears.
But my daydreams were once again interrupted as Quatre burst in. He had had another dream.
Only, it was much worse this time. Duo hadn't given them a quick death. No.. He had used a knife. A knife in which he slit throats, and stabbed them through the head.. Allowed them to bleed slowly to death.
What a cruel way to end your life.
Quatre ended up spending the night in my room again.
And I wondered what in the hell was going on…..
~~~~~~TBC
Yep. Theres the next chapter. It's kinda hard to do P.O.V's cuz ya gotta catch em all up and everything. So please review! It only takes a second and I need 50! Thanks! Bai!
DISCLAIMER: What do YOU think?
~~~~~Trowa P.O.V~~~~
I should have known.
I'm so in tune with emotions now, I should have been able to predict what would happen with Duo. It's not only girls whom can be hurt so easily.
And now I sensed that everyone was worried.. Except seemingly Heero. His indifference was to strong for me to break. Didn't matter.
I spent most of the day in the corner, thinking to myself, only moving to eat. And then the rest of the day watching OZ reports on T.V.
Nothing on Duo.
I guess he hasn't done anything yet.
That night however, I had a weird feeling. And what made it worse was Quatre bursting into my room, his face twisted slightly.
I had asked him what was wrong, and was slightly annoyed at his response of, "Nightmare."
Patiently, I had asked him what it had been about. As soon as he said Duo, I nodded for him to tell me it.
His nightmare had been weird. Of Duo leaping into OZ patrol cars and shooting the officers in the heads, throats, anything.
By the time Quatre was finished, his eyes with glassy with tears, yet none did spill.
Too much blood, he said.
With a soft smile, I remember having held him gently, to comfort him.. As any friend should. And he had fallen asleep in my arms like that of a child.
I had left him to sleep in my room and spent that night on the couch.
In the morning, I immediately turned on the TV, to find reports on patrol cars found invaded, with the drivers and occopupants shot and killed.
A gasp was heard behind me, as they showed pictures of the vehicles.
It was Quatre.
"My.. Dream…..Those vehicles…They're exactly alike.. The people, wounds.. everything." He had stammered out.
As he grew pale, I stood and showed him to the table, where I started coffee. As if finished, I gave him a cup of it black, knowing it should help a bit. He finally managed to calm down and wandered off.
Only then did I have time to wonder…
Where in the hell was Wufei?
I fuzzily remembered him leaving last night, and never coming back. I returned to my OZ reports for any news.
There it was, and I remember the words entirely.
Reporter: After an experimental OZ mobile suit malfunctioned and crumpled p, OZ workers were sent to recover it and clean it up. However, in doing so, one of the large pieces rolled down the hill, where a driver in a green jeep swerved to avoid it.
What was the rest? Oh yeah….
Reporter: The jeep proceeded to flip over, and the driver was knocked unconscious. By his description, It is liable that he may be one of the Gundam Pilots. We are still unsure in this matter.
And that closed my mind for good.
Wufei was captured… And hurt.
Shit.
It was the afternoon by the time I had gotten these reports, and I immediately reported them to Heero and Quatre.
Quatre blew it.
He was frustrated. Frustrated at himself.
He was worried already, and this made it worse. He was almost in hysterics.
Heero was calmer. In fact, he started typing away on his computer. I asked what he was doing.
"I'm look to see where Wufei is. They know he's a gundam pilot. They'll use him. I need to either kill him or rescue him. So I need to know his location."
I didn't ask anymore.
Heero needed a personality change. He needed to care for once.
I took Quatre on a long walk, which calmed him down quite a bit. It was night time when we came home.
I let him relax, and as he took a hot shower, I started dinner.
He was out by the time it was done, and me and him ate alone. Heero didn't even bother to come down.
We ate slowly. Duo would have been finished with three helpings by the time we were halfway through our first.
Sigh.
I missed him. He was the one whom lightened up our conversations. I shouldn't have pushed him away like that.
All those times he saved us in battles.. battles in gundams and battles in our lives. He was our source of entertainment.
But we acted as if he was a TV. Tuning him out when we wanted to.. Which was nearly all the time. And no one even seemed to care about him.
Fuck.
I should have cared a little more. I should have controlled my temper. I'm usually the most mellowed person in this group.
And now, partially because of me, one of our best friends is gone.
It was nearly midnight, and I was still up.
I stared outside my window for a long time at the stars. They reminded me of tears.
But my daydreams were once again interrupted as Quatre burst in. He had had another dream.
Only, it was much worse this time. Duo hadn't given them a quick death. No.. He had used a knife. A knife in which he slit throats, and stabbed them through the head.. Allowed them to bleed slowly to death.
What a cruel way to end your life.
Quatre ended up spending the night in my room again.
And I wondered what in the hell was going on…..
~~~~~~TBC
Yep. Theres the next chapter. It's kinda hard to do P.O.V's cuz ya gotta catch em all up and everything. So please review! It only takes a second and I need 50! Thanks! Bai!